Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush
I make the hardest a tear
em a gun, if I had two right here
Two there, fuck playin fair

Yall niggas like loose paper, easy to tear
just burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think, goin from heaven to hell?
Yall goin nowhere

But in the town on the same dirty ground
And I dont care how you it up
I got dead niggas shiverin up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make run by me

I squeeze mine one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
it blows, yall so called pimps die hoes
Dont bite rhymes or flows, air mark
Snap with a finger, have yall wanted in dead

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the you think spit mean?
Same that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty
Was taught to die in a red
Never ask I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch cream

Soldier, cross over, knock on my
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the over
Im early retirements
'Cause you last when Im firing
Dyin in the you lyin in

Went the full house to the raw house
To niggas to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, your jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your face the same
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These water pistols, they shoot many missiles
And I set em off, they scar your bones to the grissle

Only I knew how it was come
Put up in your mom, for your only son
Im takin

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Uh, Im psychologically up, know the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and gook
Poof, me gone, I for the death of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her that I her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
Crown me king, I spit the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and pump me

Came home, of course as the king of my
Back to Roleys, back to smokin bones with
My demo was better than a lot of records
Bed your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I some quick for dough
Hit em up fast, watched them die slow
I lock shop when I come through with the tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, all glocks cocked

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, there it go, got it
The East Coast, West collabo
Warren G doin it my niggas from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like for yall
In the 99